My kind neighbours have just found out that he has liver cancer.
It's not from the liver, but metastasised from somewhere else, but they don't know where. He's only 77.
He's been ill for a year or more and the quack has had him on buscopan for months. And months.
He's lining up for endoscopy and colonoscopy this week to see whether the cancer is from the bowel or oesophagus/upper gut.
What do you say? I told them I'm here.
Their son is still working in my yard to stave off boredom. I'd like to help him to get a local job because they're going to need him around now more than ever.